{"id":160,"date":"2013-11-04T10:15:05","date_gmt":"2013-11-04T17:15:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/?p=160"},"modified":"2013-11-06T18:15:36","modified_gmt":"2013-11-07T01:15:36","slug":"if","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/if\/","title":{"rendered":"If"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>I ran across a poem yesterday (well, I ran across it again), and I absolutely love it. At this point in my life it has much more meaning than it did in my earlier life, and I think it profound. The name of the poem is <em>If<\/em>, and it was written by Rudyard Kipling.<\/div>\n<div><!--more--><\/div>\n<blockquote>\n<div>If you can keep your head when all about you<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,<\/div>\n<div>If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But make allowance for their doubting too;<\/div>\n<div>If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or being lied about, don\u2019t deal in lies,<\/div>\n<div>Or being hated, don\u2019t give way to hating,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And yet don\u2019t look too good, nor talk too wise:<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>If you can dream\u2014and not make dreams your master;<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If you can think\u2014and not make thoughts your aim;<\/div>\n<div>If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And treat those two impostors just the same;<\/div>\n<div>If you can bear to hear the truth you\u2019ve spoken<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<\/div>\n<div>Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And stoop and build \u2019em up with worn-out tools:<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>If you can make one heap of all your winnings<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<\/div>\n<div>And lose, and start again at your beginnings<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And never breathe a word about your loss;<\/div>\n<div>If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To serve your turn long after they are gone,<\/div>\n<div>And so hold on when there is nothing in you<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Except the Will which says to them: \u2018Hold on!\u2019<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or walk with Kings\u2014nor lose the common touch,<\/div>\n<div>If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If all men count with you, but none too much;<\/div>\n<div>If you can fill the unforgiving minute<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With sixty seconds\u2019 worth of distance run,<\/div>\n<div>Yours is the Earth and everything that\u2019s in it,<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And\u2014which is more\u2014you\u2019ll be a Man, my son!<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I ran across a poem yesterday (well, I ran across it again), and I absolutely love it. At this point in my life it has much more meaning than it did in my earlier life, and I think it profound. The name of the poem is If, and it was written by Rudyard Kipling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=160"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":162,"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160\/revisions\/162"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=160"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=160"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allenwyatt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=160"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}